Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 213, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 January 1926 — Page 8

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Th? Love Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HERE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY. 25, breaks -with her fiance. BRUCE REYNOLDS, and g-ets a job on the Indianapolis Telegraph. In order to see life. ANDREW McDERMOTT. the manag--lng editor, is a former friend of her father. 808 JEFFRIES, police reporter, prove* friendly. ' Barbara attends a newspaper dinner at tiie LiglithoUße Inn with SINBAD SUIJAVAN, a press agent. There she meets JEROME BALL, a man about town. The sound of a shot comes from an inner room in the roadhouse. NORMAN HOLLOWELL, a prominent lirokeir, is found dead in the room. A suicide note is found in his pocket, but Barbara finds a woman’s scarf under the table. She is sent to Interview MRS. LYDIA

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STACY, a prominent society woman, on a real estate project by Bruce's firm. Wlille there Mrr Stacy's maid reveals having sent a dress to the cleaners to have a wine stain removed. Barbara connects the wine-stained dress with the roadhouse shooting of Hollowell. She seals the tell-tale scarf in an envelope and hides it in her desk. That night she has dinner with Jerome Ball and rebuffs his advances. Barbara ard Bob enjoy reading letters addressed to the lovelorn column by a girl who has a beer-stained kimono, straight eyelashes and unrequited love for a certain young man. Later Barbara attends a reception fiven by Mrs. Stacy and finds Bru > e is he guest of honor. She accepts Mrs. Stacy's offer to have Bruce see her hume. Bruce returns to the Stacy man-

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Hoosier Briefs

rpr - ! LOOMj;NGTON citizens want 1 D want to see a “Liza and the i.... , J ice” act. They hdve requested that city council purchase a pair of bloodhounds for the police department. Treva Otte, 2, of Columbus claims the State record with six great-grand parents and four grandparents. The oldest Is only 79. Neighbors of Howard Habig, near Bluffton, today husked his corn crop for him. He was hurt five months ago, while working on a pipe line. Seymour was popular with hoboes during 1926. Jail records showed the city was host to 450 wanderers during the year. April 23 will be he last day of school for Decatur County school children, according to the county board of education at Greensburg. fVV/1 OMEN at Warsaw tire IVv I quicker of their marriage l 1 bargains than men. Out of thirty-three divorces granted in the county during the year, twenty-seven were awarded to wq^nen. Wabash County Loan and Trust Conjpany at Wabash have announced plans to build anew bank building next spring. Kendallville will have a paving boom in the spring. Contract has been let for improving twenty-one Streets and two alleys at a cost of ?ii\ooo. Ira B. Heagy of Laketon announced he will plant thirty acres of peppermint next spring. Declaring that he is indorsed by Governor-' Jackson, James P. Ross, clerk of Wabash County Court, has announced his candidacy for re-elec-tion,

-QRUCE AND LYDIA APPROACH A QUARREL WHEN HE -D TELLS HER BARBARA IS AN OLD FRIEND

sion to find that all the guests have departed. Mrs. Staey asks Bruce wnat nt has a pain st Barbara. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXII rrr’J RUCE frowned. ‘‘Nothing at } R all,” he answered. ‘‘Barbara’s 1 an old friend of mine. I like her very much ” ‘‘An old friend of yours!”, Lydia’s voice was chilly. ‘‘Strange you didn’t mention the fact when I introduced you.” ' “Well,” said Bruce slowly, ‘‘We haven’t been the best of friends for some time. There wasn’t tnuch for us to say to each other tonight.” Lydia nodded her head knowingly and sat down beside him. "I see perfectly. How awkward of me to make you take her home. Listen, Bruce, are you in love with her?” Bruce shook his head so that the light from the Chinese lamp fell upon an unruly lock of hair standing on the crown of his head. ‘‘Let’s not talk of such serious things, Lydia," he said. Lydia bent nearer to him. ‘‘Do you really like being with me?” she asked, her bright hair almost touching his. Brucfe stirred uneasily. “Os course I do. You’re mighty good company, Lydia.” She drew back, her eyes narrowing. ‘‘Good company,” she repeated. Then she leaned back, her shawl sweeping In long, lazy lines down from her shoulders. “You see, Bruce,” she said lightly, “ft makes a good deal of difference. For if you really like me enough, I

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might be able to help you 4 10t._4.1l my loose money lying around might make the whole difference between success and failure for Vale A cres. But of course I don’t want to meddle where I’m not really wanted. Bruce fidgeted. , “Os course I like you, Lydia,” he said, “and Inppreciate your heljj and interest. But I must say that I hope you will not Invest one cent In Vale Acres that you would not Invest If friendship were left out of the question.” Lydia rose Impetuously. She stood by the Chinese lamp, twisting Its Ivory drop between her fingers. The ivory spindle snapped in two. She let the pieces drop from her fingfrs. When Bruce looked up, she was standing close beside him. “Good night,” she said. As he passed through the door, he turned and looked at her. “Good night,” he said again. “Good-by.” Bruce rallied a faint smile. “Only au revoir, Lydia,” he said, with a hint of fatigue in his voice. She merely smiled. • • • Miss Cranby’s door stood open as he passed through the boarding house hall a half hour later. She called to him to enter. He found her seated on the floor, working with a rickety spirit lamp. “Why, Violetta,” he said, “what are you doing?” “Making a cup of tea,” she answered gayly. “Thought you might like to drink one with me.” Bruce frowned. But Violetta went rattling on. “Most of our little talk fests come after midnight, don’t they?” She turned and faced him. "Say, now what’s the matter? You look as white as a ghost? Has she done you wrong again?” "No, there’s nobody to blame, Violetta. I’m Just & bungler with women. Nobody seems to get along with me but you. We do have good times together, don't me?” His voice was almost pelading. “Sure thing, kiddo.” Violetta adusted the spirit lamp for the flftietth time and turned her back to him. "You and me were meant to pal around together. “Violetta," he said, "does a woman ever love a man just because he Is himself —love him enougn to give herself to him without thought of

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

anything else? Or, is the world and its schemes always In her thoughts while she is loving him?” Violetta considered. “Well, when I’m in love there Isn’t anything else in my mind at all,” 'she said. Bruce was staring at her fixedly. Her eyes were large and childlike.Suddenly he crossed room and leaned over her. Before she could guess what he Intended to do he had kissed her and abruptly gone away. • * * cDERfyIOTT was deep in j\H morning papers when BarI bara opened the door of h's office next morning. “Pardoi> me, Mr. McDermott,” she said./’but I have a message for you from Mrs. Stacy. She told me to ask you to call her this morning, •the wants to give out an annnouncement about the Vale Acres? business. They say she is going to put a great deal of money into it.” “Good for Lydia," said McDermott. “Just sit down while I call her. “Then I’ll hand her over to ycu and you can take the 'story.” , McDermott gretted Mrs. Stacy over the telephone. Barbara watched him. He listened patiently for many moments, his face growing more and more puzzled. At last he put up the receiver and 'turned to Barbara. "That’s queer,” he said. "The lady is cool as Ice this morning. Says she has changed her mind about the announcement —in fact, about the investment itself.” Barbara turned to go. “What shall I do about the stbry?” she asked. McDermott lifted his head from his paper. “Why, if she isn’t going to invest, we can’t say she is, of course. But about the party and Gignenlli—give that what it's worth.” Barbara went back to the main office, to find Sinbad Sullivan leaning against her desk. \le burst into talk, “This is the first time I've had the nerve to come and see you. I know you’ll never have any use for me after the Lighthouse escapade. But I had to come and say I was sorry, anyhow.” “That’s all right, Sinbad," replied Barlwra. “It was pretty bad, but I don't hold grudges.” "You'll never go out with me

again, though?’ he queried. Barbara only smiled. Later in the day she took the red scarf from the lower desk drawer and wrapped it carefully In _paper. When she went home that night, the parcel was in her coat pocket. SHE days that followed Lydia’s party brought a flurry of work to the Telegraph office. Barbara came into the edltorall room one stormy afternoon to find McDermott waiting for her. "Come into my office, Miss Hawley,” he said. “I’m going to give you the special Christmas page for women,” he told her. “See what you can do to make it ffttractlve—madonna stuff. Yuletide cheer and all that. And maybe a picture of a fat baby for the centerpiece. You know the sort of thing women can’t let alone.” . Barbara looked up at him. “That Mr. McDermott. There are some women who would be no more atracted by a fat and smiling baby than by a picture of a tractor. We’re not all the rank sentimentalists you think us.” McDermott waved her views aside. “Stuff and nonsense!” he said. “There’s not a woman In the world who won’t stop and look at a picture of a baby. The normal ones do it openly, and the abnormal ones do It when everybody’s back Is turned. But they all do it. That’s not sentimentality—it’s biology.” Barbara was about to answer indignantly, but McDermott began td discuss articles and type sizes for the page. “And suppose you look out for some heart throb feature stories between now and Christmas,” he added. "Get a lot of ‘poor kiddy’ stuff and some mother love stories and anything else calculated to pull at the heart strings along this time of year.” Barbara grimaced. "I hate that stuff.” 'Barbara made a helpless gesture and walked to the door. “By the way, Barbara, how about Jerome Ball? Are you seeing much of him?” asked Bob, who was standing by her desk. “And why do you ask,, Mr. Inquisitor?" “Chiefly because I introduced him to you, and I feel a certain responsl-

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OUE BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

WEDNESDAY, 6, 1926

looking at a little tea shop on the opposite side. It littis lamps glowing on tables for twlo and its trim waitresses hurrying to and fro invited her to refuge from the dreary weather. Barbara made a plunge for the other side of the street, and landed on the curb just in time to be plentifully splashed by a taxlcacb that tore past. She cast a rueful glance at her tan silk stockings, streaked with mud. Her umbrella was pouring a Jet of water from every rib. She scrambled through another stream of passersby and made a dive for the door of the tea shop. Inside, a waitress showed her to a corner table beside a window and brought her a cup of hot chocolate. Barbara sipped the steaming chocolate and looked abdut her. The shop was full of women, mostly lh groups of two or three, chatting over the tea cups. They were pretty, well-groomed women, having a good time in a lazy, feminine way. Barbara caught herself staring enviously at their furs and their fresh faces. The mud was soaking through her stockings and her hat was dripping ram down her neck. One by one the women rose and left, man/ of them stepping the fcurb into cars driven by smiiin]fl men.. The rush hour of the tea shoirt was past. Barbara sat alone by her window, gazing out at the wet the plunge Into the deluge. The clock over the cashier's desk slipped around to flve-flfteen. She rose and paid her check. The crowd on the sidewalks were still greater than when she had entered. As Barbara started for the curb, a tall man with an umbrella Jostled against her. She stepped back. He had a girl on his arm. Barbara glared after the two, rub bing the elbow that the man had bumped. They turned so that both their faces were visible. The man was Bruce, and the girl was a shadowy-eyed creature who was Bmillng up at him childishly. Barbara had never seen her face before. (To Be Continued)